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This is a story I'm writing, so there might be long spaces between parts, but I hope you like it :)
My name is Gemma Handaya and I’m just your usual fourteen year-old. Well, my dad being a world famous designer isn’t weird at all? And the fact that my mom is a Greek goddess isn’t strange, right? Okay, after what happened to me this spring and summer, nothing is normal or usual, now.
It all started in April. My dad and I were at home finishing a dinner of mac n’ cheese. Now, my dad didn’t usually like to cook, because, for one thing, we have a private chief (It was his night-out) and, two, my dad wasn’t at home during dinner, because he ran a very important design studio, Levi Handaya’s. So, I knew we were going to have a talk and I probably wasn't going to like it.
To be continued...
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
For my sister; you made the world go round.
Daisy Grace 2004-2008
You will forever be my sister. We love and miss you, Daisy.
This is the year you would have turned 8.
Posted at: 7:37 pm on February 2, 2012
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Nice! This is the one from the Percy Jackson Story; characters NEEDED post?
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Yeah, I made that post so I could find some more characters and this one has the story on it, but part is on the Percy Jackson Characters needed post.
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This is the year you would have turned 8.
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my gosh Cea-Cea you must contuine!-Lily daughter of Jupiter/Mars
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
The story is good so far!!!
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Thnx Lily :) I'll post more soon.
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Thnx CobraBlack235.
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Thnx Connor. i'll post more this afternoon (Now I have to go get 3 shots UGH)
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You will forever be my sister. We love and miss you, Daisy.
This is the year you would have turned 8.
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Here is the next part of the story :)
As I cleared away the dishes, Dad got out the ice cream and then he said “Gem, how about we go to the living room and eat this, then maybe we can watch a movie?” “Okay,” I said, as I poured chocolate syrup on the ice cream, then we walked to the living room. Dad and I sat down on the couch and for a few minutes we just chewed on our ice cream, me on my rocky-road, Dad on his strawberry. Then he said “Gemma, how would you feel about going to a different camp this summer?” I thought, then I answered “What’s wrong with Camp Moccasin? All my friends go there.” Camp Moccasin was where I’d gone sense I was little. You could make crafts, go on nature hikes, swim (Though I hate swimming), and even learn new dances. At night we would sleep under the stars and tell ghost stories. I LOVED it there and now, Dad wanted to send me to a different place? “I know you like Camp Moccasin, but this is a special camp.” Dad said. My temper was starting to heat up. “Oh, so because I’m ADHD and dyslexic I have to leave all my friends and go to a “special camp”?” I spook the last two words with lots of sarcasm. “No,” Said Dad,” It’s because…” He stopped, midway through his sentence, staring at the window. I looked too, but I didn’t see anything. “What? What is it?” I asked, worriedly. “It...It was... Nothing,” He said. “Now, about the camp. This camp is somewhere your mother wanted you to go.” “Mom? Mom liked this camp?” I was always keen to open up the “MOM FILE”, which was something Dad didn’t like. I’d asked lots and lots of questions, but gotten very few answers. There were no pictures of her in the house, no love notes form her to Dad or from him to her, and I didn’t even know Mom’s name. “Mom wanted me to go there? Did she go to this camp when she was a kid?” “I don’t know if your mother went there,” Said Dad, “but she wanted you to go there. She wanted me to send you when you were twelve, but I didn’t…” His voice stopped, an alarmed look on his face. He was looking out the window again. Then, suddenly he said “Gemma, get upstairs NOW! Hide!”
To be continued...
Do you guys have any ideas for a name for this story?
Cea-Cea
As I cleared away the dishes, Dad got out the ice cream and then he said “Gem, how about we go to the living room and eat this, then maybe we can watch a movie?” “Okay,” I said, as I poured chocolate syrup on the ice cream, then we walked to the living room. Dad and I sat down on the couch and for a few minutes we just chewed on our ice cream, me on my rocky-road, Dad on his strawberry. Then he said “Gemma, how would you feel about going to a different camp this summer?” I thought, then I answered “What’s wrong with Camp Moccasin? All my friends go there.” Camp Moccasin was where I’d gone sense I was little. You could make crafts, go on nature hikes, swim (Though I hate swimming), and even learn new dances. At night we would sleep under the stars and tell ghost stories. I LOVED it there and now, Dad wanted to send me to a different place? “I know you like Camp Moccasin, but this is a special camp.” Dad said. My temper was starting to heat up. “Oh, so because I’m ADHD and dyslexic I have to leave all my friends and go to a “special camp”?” I spook the last two words with lots of sarcasm. “No,” Said Dad,” It’s because…” He stopped, midway through his sentence, staring at the window. I looked too, but I didn’t see anything. “What? What is it?” I asked, worriedly. “It...It was... Nothing,” He said. “Now, about the camp. This camp is somewhere your mother wanted you to go.” “Mom? Mom liked this camp?” I was always keen to open up the “MOM FILE”, which was something Dad didn’t like. I’d asked lots and lots of questions, but gotten very few answers. There were no pictures of her in the house, no love notes form her to Dad or from him to her, and I didn’t even know Mom’s name. “Mom wanted me to go there? Did she go to this camp when she was a kid?” “I don’t know if your mother went there,” Said Dad, “but she wanted you to go there. She wanted me to send you when you were twelve, but I didn’t…” His voice stopped, an alarmed look on his face. He was looking out the window again. Then, suddenly he said “Gemma, get upstairs NOW! Hide!”
To be continued...
Do you guys have any ideas for a name for this story?
Cea-Cea
For my sister; you made the world go round.
Daisy Grace 2004-2008
You will forever be my sister. We love and miss you, Daisy.
This is the year you would have turned 8.
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Contuinr Contuine Contuine
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Cahills+Vespers+Peace= Cahill and Vesper Peace
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
verry cool story please read mine, it is called HOW I ENDED UP AS A HOSTAGE PART ONE: BY Lauren
I am a DANANITE:-{)!!!!!
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I'll post this afternoon. I hope you still like it :?
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You will forever be my sister. We love and miss you, Daisy.
This is the year you would have turned 8.
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I’m ArrivingWinning15, but you can call me Aaron. Or Mr. Konichiwa! In fact, call me whatever you like.
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Here's the next part.
I ran up the stairs and at the top, I turned and saw Dad go to “the closet”, the one closet I couldn’t open. It was always locked, but Dad pulled out a key and opened the door. He reached into the closet and pulled out a sword. Not the foam sort of sword or plastic or even wood. This sword looked bronze and it sort-of shimmered and glowed. “Dad, what is that?” He looked up at me and said “This is something I’ve been saving in-case of an emergency.” The house shook and Dad yelled “Gemma, go!” Then something broke through the front door. Dad lifted the sword as a huge monster came into the house, shaking the house again and knocking me to the ground. I staggered to my feet and saw what had broken in. It was a big snake, like a gigantic lizard except when I looked down at it I saw the monster had chicken wings sticking out of its back. Its tail had long spikes that looked poisonous and his fangs were barred. A memory stirred in my mind. I had seen a painting of a creature like this at the history museum last year, in the Greek mythology section. It was called a… a Cockatrice, a mean chicken-snake thingy. I knew it wasn’t real, but here was one destroying my house and know it was going for my dad. The Cockatrice had dived at Dad, with a hideous cry, tail swishing. Dad side stepped and swiped. The monster’s tail easily batted the sword away and he dived for Dad. Dad tripped over the cockatrice’s tail. Dad fell; the sword flew up in the air. I screamed as the cockatrice advanced and Dad yelled as the monster struck. The sword fell with a clatter onto the stairs. The sword was lying right on the stairs and I picked it up. I don’t know what made me do it, but my Dad was being hurt by a monster and…I shouted “Hey, chicken!” The cockatrice looked up at me, roared, and my ADHD kicked in. I ran down the stairs, yelling, my only thought was to get the monster away from Dad. I went straight for the monster.
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I ran up the stairs and at the top, I turned and saw Dad go to “the closet”, the one closet I couldn’t open. It was always locked, but Dad pulled out a key and opened the door. He reached into the closet and pulled out a sword. Not the foam sort of sword or plastic or even wood. This sword looked bronze and it sort-of shimmered and glowed. “Dad, what is that?” He looked up at me and said “This is something I’ve been saving in-case of an emergency.” The house shook and Dad yelled “Gemma, go!” Then something broke through the front door. Dad lifted the sword as a huge monster came into the house, shaking the house again and knocking me to the ground. I staggered to my feet and saw what had broken in. It was a big snake, like a gigantic lizard except when I looked down at it I saw the monster had chicken wings sticking out of its back. Its tail had long spikes that looked poisonous and his fangs were barred. A memory stirred in my mind. I had seen a painting of a creature like this at the history museum last year, in the Greek mythology section. It was called a… a Cockatrice, a mean chicken-snake thingy. I knew it wasn’t real, but here was one destroying my house and know it was going for my dad. The Cockatrice had dived at Dad, with a hideous cry, tail swishing. Dad side stepped and swiped. The monster’s tail easily batted the sword away and he dived for Dad. Dad tripped over the cockatrice’s tail. Dad fell; the sword flew up in the air. I screamed as the cockatrice advanced and Dad yelled as the monster struck. The sword fell with a clatter onto the stairs. The sword was lying right on the stairs and I picked it up. I don’t know what made me do it, but my Dad was being hurt by a monster and…I shouted “Hey, chicken!” The cockatrice looked up at me, roared, and my ADHD kicked in. I ran down the stairs, yelling, my only thought was to get the monster away from Dad. I went straight for the monster.
Thank you all so much for commenting,
Cea-Cea
For my sister; you made the world go round.
Daisy Grace 2004-2008
You will forever be my sister. We love and miss you, Daisy.
This is the year you would have turned 8.
Posted at: 8:29 pm on February 9, 2012
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
Cea-Cea, you can call it "My half-blood life."
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Cahills+Vespers+Peace= Cahill and Vesper Peace
Come morning light.. You and I will be safe and sound...-Taylor Swift
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
Hey sorry it took me so long to checkout your story I only just saw your sig. So I thought I should take a look Hmmm as for a title use your name/character Gemma Handaya daughter of _______ (insert name of goddly parent). That is a good way to let people know what the story is about. Its written in a an interesting past point of veiw with present thoughts. I haven't seen that before. It gives a cool feel to the story I like it keep it up.
Name: Megan, 18
Sacordian and Green Rider.
"Punctuation saves lives!" Or else the panda eats,shoots, and leaves. My question is who gave the panda a gun?
Posted at: 6:23 pm on February 10, 2012
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
Hey guys sorry it's taken me so long to post a new part, but here it is
I stabbed; the monster dived out of the way. I swung left, I swung right, and the Cockatrice side slithered (Snakes slither right?). As he slithered, I grabbed his tail, yanked, yanked, yanked again, and then he fell with a resounding crash. When he hit the ground I plunged the sword downwards at the monster, straight through the Cockatrice’s head. The monster made a noise somewhere between a hiss and a cluck and he blasted into sand powder. I sighed, then I remembered. “DAD!” I turned and looked at the ruined hall. The front door was hanging off its hinges; some pictures had fallen off the wall, their glass shattered, the frames broken, and then I saw Dad. He was slummed on the floor and he had a large gash on his chest. I ran to Dad and looked into his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of green, much better than the hazel eyes I had. (I’d always wanted green eyes). Dad’s hand found mine and he squeezed. I realized I was crying. Here was my brave, strong dad lying here, struggling for breath. Dad looked straight into my eyes and he said “Gemma, go, be… be safe.” “Dad, no, no, no, NO!” I cried, but Dad closed his lovely green eyes, as I heard sirens wailing outside. Dad, my Dad, was gone from this world.
I was lying on my bed at the foster home I was staying at. I was in shock. Barely a week had passed sense the Cockatrice attack and so much had changed. I was staying at Mrs. Johnson’s foster home, until further notice. Another thing was that Dad’s lawyer, Mr. Donavan, said that Dad’s will stated that I was to go to a finishing school in New Hampshire, Clarion Academy. That was weird. New Hampshire was hundreds of thousands of miles from my house in Austin, Texas which would mean leaving my best friend, Lily Carter. I didn’t want to leave, but Mr. Donavan said I would have to go to Clarion in the fall. When I’d asked him if my mom had gone to Clarion, he replied “I never met your mother”. Now I would never know who my mom was or anything more about her. There also was the little monster that had attacked and destroyed my home, and killed my dad. I wanted to cry whenever I thought about Dad. Dad…. Dad was dead. My feelings were absolutely horrible and all mixed up. I was mad at the monster for ruining my life, I was mad at Dad for dying, and I was very, very confused, because the police were all under the impression that the Cockatrice was a burglar who had a gun and Dad had a gun and they had shot at each other and they had both been hit and died. I couldn’t understand it. I talked to everyone I knew, Mr. Donavan, Mrs. Johnson, and Lily. When I told Lil about the attack, she seemed lost for words, then said “I…You… You MUST not have been seeing correctly.” Well, I was just tired of people acting like they didn’t understand and Lily was the last step. I was fed-up with it all so, I decided to change my fate. I called Mr. Donavan and said “I don’t want to go to Clarion in the fall. I want to go NOW!” Mr. Donavan argued, but finally gave in. Which is how I ended up on a train, headed north from my house and Lily and all I knew, to New Hampshire and a new school… and to a new life.
To be continued...
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Cea-Cea
I stabbed; the monster dived out of the way. I swung left, I swung right, and the Cockatrice side slithered (Snakes slither right?). As he slithered, I grabbed his tail, yanked, yanked, yanked again, and then he fell with a resounding crash. When he hit the ground I plunged the sword downwards at the monster, straight through the Cockatrice’s head. The monster made a noise somewhere between a hiss and a cluck and he blasted into sand powder. I sighed, then I remembered. “DAD!” I turned and looked at the ruined hall. The front door was hanging off its hinges; some pictures had fallen off the wall, their glass shattered, the frames broken, and then I saw Dad. He was slummed on the floor and he had a large gash on his chest. I ran to Dad and looked into his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of green, much better than the hazel eyes I had. (I’d always wanted green eyes). Dad’s hand found mine and he squeezed. I realized I was crying. Here was my brave, strong dad lying here, struggling for breath. Dad looked straight into my eyes and he said “Gemma, go, be… be safe.” “Dad, no, no, no, NO!” I cried, but Dad closed his lovely green eyes, as I heard sirens wailing outside. Dad, my Dad, was gone from this world.
I was lying on my bed at the foster home I was staying at. I was in shock. Barely a week had passed sense the Cockatrice attack and so much had changed. I was staying at Mrs. Johnson’s foster home, until further notice. Another thing was that Dad’s lawyer, Mr. Donavan, said that Dad’s will stated that I was to go to a finishing school in New Hampshire, Clarion Academy. That was weird. New Hampshire was hundreds of thousands of miles from my house in Austin, Texas which would mean leaving my best friend, Lily Carter. I didn’t want to leave, but Mr. Donavan said I would have to go to Clarion in the fall. When I’d asked him if my mom had gone to Clarion, he replied “I never met your mother”. Now I would never know who my mom was or anything more about her. There also was the little monster that had attacked and destroyed my home, and killed my dad. I wanted to cry whenever I thought about Dad. Dad…. Dad was dead. My feelings were absolutely horrible and all mixed up. I was mad at the monster for ruining my life, I was mad at Dad for dying, and I was very, very confused, because the police were all under the impression that the Cockatrice was a burglar who had a gun and Dad had a gun and they had shot at each other and they had both been hit and died. I couldn’t understand it. I talked to everyone I knew, Mr. Donavan, Mrs. Johnson, and Lily. When I told Lil about the attack, she seemed lost for words, then said “I…You… You MUST not have been seeing correctly.” Well, I was just tired of people acting like they didn’t understand and Lily was the last step. I was fed-up with it all so, I decided to change my fate. I called Mr. Donavan and said “I don’t want to go to Clarion in the fall. I want to go NOW!” Mr. Donavan argued, but finally gave in. Which is how I ended up on a train, headed north from my house and Lily and all I knew, to New Hampshire and a new school… and to a new life.
To be continued...
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For my sister; you made the world go round.
Daisy Grace 2004-2008
You will forever be my sister. We love and miss you, Daisy.
This is the year you would have turned 8.
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Awesome!,
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Great story Cea-Cea! I posted a character, and I sort of have a good idea for the story. To get the Romans in, you should make your character go on a quest, get lost, and accidently find a Roman demigod (me specifically). You dont have to use this, but I think it might be a good idea. 
It's C. Cahill reporting for duty.
Son of Neptune.
Part Ekat, Madrigal, and Janus.
AND YELLOW AND BLUE AND GREEN ARE THE BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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LOVE the story!!!
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DaughterOfAres
IMAGIRL!NOTABOY!-me
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Cool, you need to continue!
Cahills vs. Vespers
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I keep wondering and wondering when will my life begin? -Tangled
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The train trip was uneventful (Unless you count the dry cheese and ham sandwiches. I’m not spoiled, serious, I just like classy foods. Example PB&J and an ice tea). There were no monster attacks or any “stranger danger” (I’m fourteen AND I know kung-fu). I sort-of wished that a monster would attack just to stop me from thinking about Dad all the long two-days. I still couldn’t believe any of this was happening to me. I mean you read about this stuff in the news, parents dying and kids just being shunted around, but this wasn’t my life. I’d left my house and my best friend. I REALLY missed Lily, so I tried writing a letter to her, explaining it all, but the words wouldn’t come and I throw the attempt into the trash. Throughout the trip I felt like someone was watching me from time to time, but there was no one even remotely close, except for the old lady who got on the train on the second morning and decide to sit opposite me. She talked and talked, every minute of the trip, not letting me get a word in edgewise, but her constant chatting kept my thoughts from drifting to Dad and this new school or to Lily and all of my old friends.
To be continued...
Sorry it's so short. I'll try to post some more on Monday(No school! Yeah!)
Cea-Cea
The train trip was uneventful (Unless you count the dry cheese and ham sandwiches. I’m not spoiled, serious, I just like classy foods. Example PB&J and an ice tea). There were no monster attacks or any “stranger danger” (I’m fourteen AND I know kung-fu). I sort-of wished that a monster would attack just to stop me from thinking about Dad all the long two-days. I still couldn’t believe any of this was happening to me. I mean you read about this stuff in the news, parents dying and kids just being shunted around, but this wasn’t my life. I’d left my house and my best friend. I REALLY missed Lily, so I tried writing a letter to her, explaining it all, but the words wouldn’t come and I throw the attempt into the trash. Throughout the trip I felt like someone was watching me from time to time, but there was no one even remotely close, except for the old lady who got on the train on the second morning and decide to sit opposite me. She talked and talked, every minute of the trip, not letting me get a word in edgewise, but her constant chatting kept my thoughts from drifting to Dad and this new school or to Lily and all of my old friends.
To be continued...
Sorry it's so short. I'll try to post some more on Monday(No school! Yeah!)
Cea-Cea
For my sister; you made the world go round.
Daisy Grace 2004-2008
You will forever be my sister. We love and miss you, Daisy.
This is the year you would have turned 8.
Posted at: 6:49 pm on February 18, 2012
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I decided to repost the whole story so here it is.
My name is Gemma Handaya and I’m just your usual fourteen year-old. Well, my dad being a world famous designer isn’t weird at all? And the fact that my mom is a Greek goddess isn’t strange, right? Okay, after what happened to me this spring and summer, nothing is normal or usual, now.
It all started in April. My dad and I were at home finishing a dinner of mac n’ cheese. Now, my dad didn’t usually like to cook, because, for one thing, we have a private chief (It was his night-out) and, two, my dad wasn’t at home during dinner, because he ran a very important design studio, Levi Handaya’s. So, I knew we were going to have a talk and I probably wasn't going to like it.
As I cleared away the dishes, Dad got out the ice cream and then he said “Gem, how about we go to the living room and eat this, then maybe we can watch a movie?” “Okay,” I said, as I poured chocolate syrup on the ice cream, then we walked to the living room. Dad and I sat down on the couch and for a few minutes we just chewed on our ice cream, me on my rocky-road, Dad on his strawberry. Then he said “Gemma, how would you feel about going to a different camp this summer?” I thought, then I answered “What’s wrong with Camp Moccasin? All my friends go there.” Camp Moccasin was where I’d gone sense I was little. You could make crafts, go on nature hikes, swim (Though I hate swimming), and even learn new dances. At night we would sleep under the stars and tell ghost stories. I LOVED it there and now, Dad wanted to send me to a different place? “I know you like Camp Moccasin, but this is a special camp.” Dad said. My temper was starting to heat up. “Oh, so because I’m ADHD and dyslexic I have to leave all my friends and go to a “special camp”?” I spook the last two words with lots of sarcasm. “No,” Said Dad,” It’s because…” He stopped, midway through his sentence, staring at the window. I looked too, but I didn’t see anything. “What? What is it?” I asked, worriedly. “It...It was... Nothing,” He said. “Now, about the camp. This camp is somewhere your mother wanted you to go.” “Mom? Mom liked this camp?” I was always keen to open up the “MOM FILE”, which was something Dad didn’t like. I’d asked lots and lots of questions, but gotten very few answers. There were no pictures of her in the house, no love notes form her to Dad or from him to her, and I didn’t even know Mom’s name. “Mom wanted me to go there? Did she go to this camp when she was a kid?” “I don’t know if your mother went there,” Said Dad, “but she wanted you to go there. She wanted me to send you when you were twelve, but I didn’t…” His voice stopped, an alarmed look on his face. He was looking out the window again. Then, suddenly he said “Gemma, get upstairs NOW! Hide!”
I ran up the stairs and at the top, I turned and saw Dad go to “the closet”, the one closet I couldn’t open. It was always locked, but Dad pulled out a key and opened the door. He reached into the closet and pulled out a sword. Not the foam sort of sword or plastic or even wood. This sword looked bronze and it sort-of shimmered and glowed. “Dad, what is that?” He looked up at me and said “This is something I’ve been saving in-case of an emergency.” The house shook and Dad yelled “Gemma, go!” Then something broke through the front door. Dad lifted the sword as a huge monster came into the house, shaking the house again and knocking me to the ground. I staggered to my feet and saw what had broken in. It was a big snake, like a gigantic lizard except when I looked down at it I saw the monster had chicken wings sticking out of its back. Its tail had long spikes that looked poisonous and his fangs were barred. A memory stirred in my mind. I had seen a painting of a creature like this at the history museum last year, in the Greek mythology section. It was called a… a Cockatrice, a mean chicken-snake thingy. I knew it wasn’t real, but here was one destroying my house and know it was going for my dad. The Cockatrice had dived at Dad, with a hideous cry, tail swishing. Dad side stepped and swiped. The monster’s tail easily batted the sword away and he dived for Dad. Dad tripped over the cockatrice’s tail. Dad fell; the sword flew up in the air. I screamed as the cockatrice advanced and Dad yelled as the monster struck. The sword fell with a clatter onto the stairs. The sword was lying right on the stairs and I picked it up. I don’t know what made me do it, but my Dad was being hurt by a monster and…I shouted “Hey, chicken!” The cockatrice looked up at me, roared, and my ADHD kicked in. I ran down the stairs, yelling, my only thought was to get the monster away from Dad. I went straight for the monster.
I stabbed; the monster dived out of the way. I swung left, I swung right, and the Cockatrice side slithered (Snakes slither right?). As he slithered, I grabbed his tail, yanked, yanked, yanked again, and then he fell with a resounding crash. When he hit the ground I plunged the sword downwards at the monster, straight through the Cockatrice’s head. The monster made a noise somewhere between a hiss and a cluck and he blasted into sand powder. I sighed, then I remembered. “DAD!” I turned and looked at the ruined hall. The front door was hanging off its hinges; some pictures had fallen off the wall, their glass shattered, the frames broken, and then I saw Dad. He was slummed on the floor and he had a large gash on his chest. I ran to Dad and looked into his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of green, much better than the hazel eyes I had. (I’d always wanted green eyes). Dad’s hand found mine and he squeezed. I realized I was crying. Here was my brave, strong dad lying here, struggling for breath. Dad looked straight into my eyes and he said “Gemma, go, be… be safe.” “Dad, no, no, no, NO!” I cried, but Dad closed his lovely green eyes, as I heard sirens wailing outside. Dad, my Dad, was gone from this world.
I was lying on my bed at the foster home I was staying at. I was in shock. Barely a week had passed sense the Cockatrice attack and so much had changed. I was staying at Mrs. Johnson’s foster home, until further notice. Another thing was that Dad’s lawyer, Mr. Donavan, said that Dad’s will stated that I was to go to a finishing school in New Hampshire, Clarion Academy. That was weird. New Hampshire was hundreds of thousands of miles from my house in Austin, Texas which would mean leaving my best friend, Lily Carter. I didn’t want to leave, but Mr. Donavan said I would have to go to Clarion in the fall. When I’d asked him if my mom had gone to Clarion, he replied “I never met your mother”. Now I would never know who my mom was or anything more about her. There also was the little monster that had attacked and destroyed my home, and killed my dad. I wanted to cry whenever I thought about Dad. Dad…. Dad was dead. My feelings were absolutely horrible and all mixed up. I was mad at the monster for ruining my life, I was mad at Dad for dying, and I was very, very confused, because the police were all under the impression that the Cockatrice was a burglar who had a gun and Dad had a gun and they had shot at each other and they had both been hit and died. I couldn’t understand it. I talked to everyone I knew, Mr. Donavan, Mrs. Johnson, and Lily. When I told Lil about the attack, she seemed lost for words, then said “I…You… You MUST not have been seeing correctly.” Well, I was just tired of people acting like they didn’t understand and Lily was the last step. I was fed-up with it all so, I decided to change my fate. I called Mr. Donavan and said “I don’t want to go to Clarion in the fall. I want to go NOW!” Mr. Donavan argued, but finally gave in. Which is how I ended up on a train, headed north from my house and Lily and all I knew, to New Hampshire and a new school… and to a new life.
The train trip was uneventful (Unless you count the dry cheese and ham sandwiches. I’m not spoiled, serious, I just like classy foods. Example PB&J and an ice tea). There were no monster attacks or any “stranger danger” (I’m fourteen AND I know kung-fu). I sort-of wished that a monster would attack just to stop me from thinking about Dad all the long two-days. I still couldn’t believe any of this was happening to me. I mean you read about this stuff in the news, parents dying and kids just being shunted around, but this wasn’t my life. I’d left my house and my best friend. I REALLY missed Lily, so I tried writing a letter to her, explaining it all, but the words wouldn’t come and I throw the attempt into the trash. Throughout the trip I felt like someone was watching me from time to time, but there was no one even remotely close, except for the old lady who got on the train on the second morning and decide to sit opposite me. She talked and talked, every minute of the trip, not letting me get a word in edgewise, but her constant chatting kept my thoughts from drifting to Dad and this new school or to Lily and all of my old friends.
To be continued...
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My name is Gemma Handaya and I’m just your usual fourteen year-old. Well, my dad being a world famous designer isn’t weird at all? And the fact that my mom is a Greek goddess isn’t strange, right? Okay, after what happened to me this spring and summer, nothing is normal or usual, now.
It all started in April. My dad and I were at home finishing a dinner of mac n’ cheese. Now, my dad didn’t usually like to cook, because, for one thing, we have a private chief (It was his night-out) and, two, my dad wasn’t at home during dinner, because he ran a very important design studio, Levi Handaya’s. So, I knew we were going to have a talk and I probably wasn't going to like it.
As I cleared away the dishes, Dad got out the ice cream and then he said “Gem, how about we go to the living room and eat this, then maybe we can watch a movie?” “Okay,” I said, as I poured chocolate syrup on the ice cream, then we walked to the living room. Dad and I sat down on the couch and for a few minutes we just chewed on our ice cream, me on my rocky-road, Dad on his strawberry. Then he said “Gemma, how would you feel about going to a different camp this summer?” I thought, then I answered “What’s wrong with Camp Moccasin? All my friends go there.” Camp Moccasin was where I’d gone sense I was little. You could make crafts, go on nature hikes, swim (Though I hate swimming), and even learn new dances. At night we would sleep under the stars and tell ghost stories. I LOVED it there and now, Dad wanted to send me to a different place? “I know you like Camp Moccasin, but this is a special camp.” Dad said. My temper was starting to heat up. “Oh, so because I’m ADHD and dyslexic I have to leave all my friends and go to a “special camp”?” I spook the last two words with lots of sarcasm. “No,” Said Dad,” It’s because…” He stopped, midway through his sentence, staring at the window. I looked too, but I didn’t see anything. “What? What is it?” I asked, worriedly. “It...It was... Nothing,” He said. “Now, about the camp. This camp is somewhere your mother wanted you to go.” “Mom? Mom liked this camp?” I was always keen to open up the “MOM FILE”, which was something Dad didn’t like. I’d asked lots and lots of questions, but gotten very few answers. There were no pictures of her in the house, no love notes form her to Dad or from him to her, and I didn’t even know Mom’s name. “Mom wanted me to go there? Did she go to this camp when she was a kid?” “I don’t know if your mother went there,” Said Dad, “but she wanted you to go there. She wanted me to send you when you were twelve, but I didn’t…” His voice stopped, an alarmed look on his face. He was looking out the window again. Then, suddenly he said “Gemma, get upstairs NOW! Hide!”
I ran up the stairs and at the top, I turned and saw Dad go to “the closet”, the one closet I couldn’t open. It was always locked, but Dad pulled out a key and opened the door. He reached into the closet and pulled out a sword. Not the foam sort of sword or plastic or even wood. This sword looked bronze and it sort-of shimmered and glowed. “Dad, what is that?” He looked up at me and said “This is something I’ve been saving in-case of an emergency.” The house shook and Dad yelled “Gemma, go!” Then something broke through the front door. Dad lifted the sword as a huge monster came into the house, shaking the house again and knocking me to the ground. I staggered to my feet and saw what had broken in. It was a big snake, like a gigantic lizard except when I looked down at it I saw the monster had chicken wings sticking out of its back. Its tail had long spikes that looked poisonous and his fangs were barred. A memory stirred in my mind. I had seen a painting of a creature like this at the history museum last year, in the Greek mythology section. It was called a… a Cockatrice, a mean chicken-snake thingy. I knew it wasn’t real, but here was one destroying my house and know it was going for my dad. The Cockatrice had dived at Dad, with a hideous cry, tail swishing. Dad side stepped and swiped. The monster’s tail easily batted the sword away and he dived for Dad. Dad tripped over the cockatrice’s tail. Dad fell; the sword flew up in the air. I screamed as the cockatrice advanced and Dad yelled as the monster struck. The sword fell with a clatter onto the stairs. The sword was lying right on the stairs and I picked it up. I don’t know what made me do it, but my Dad was being hurt by a monster and…I shouted “Hey, chicken!” The cockatrice looked up at me, roared, and my ADHD kicked in. I ran down the stairs, yelling, my only thought was to get the monster away from Dad. I went straight for the monster.
I stabbed; the monster dived out of the way. I swung left, I swung right, and the Cockatrice side slithered (Snakes slither right?). As he slithered, I grabbed his tail, yanked, yanked, yanked again, and then he fell with a resounding crash. When he hit the ground I plunged the sword downwards at the monster, straight through the Cockatrice’s head. The monster made a noise somewhere between a hiss and a cluck and he blasted into sand powder. I sighed, then I remembered. “DAD!” I turned and looked at the ruined hall. The front door was hanging off its hinges; some pictures had fallen off the wall, their glass shattered, the frames broken, and then I saw Dad. He was slummed on the floor and he had a large gash on his chest. I ran to Dad and looked into his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of green, much better than the hazel eyes I had. (I’d always wanted green eyes). Dad’s hand found mine and he squeezed. I realized I was crying. Here was my brave, strong dad lying here, struggling for breath. Dad looked straight into my eyes and he said “Gemma, go, be… be safe.” “Dad, no, no, no, NO!” I cried, but Dad closed his lovely green eyes, as I heard sirens wailing outside. Dad, my Dad, was gone from this world.
I was lying on my bed at the foster home I was staying at. I was in shock. Barely a week had passed sense the Cockatrice attack and so much had changed. I was staying at Mrs. Johnson’s foster home, until further notice. Another thing was that Dad’s lawyer, Mr. Donavan, said that Dad’s will stated that I was to go to a finishing school in New Hampshire, Clarion Academy. That was weird. New Hampshire was hundreds of thousands of miles from my house in Austin, Texas which would mean leaving my best friend, Lily Carter. I didn’t want to leave, but Mr. Donavan said I would have to go to Clarion in the fall. When I’d asked him if my mom had gone to Clarion, he replied “I never met your mother”. Now I would never know who my mom was or anything more about her. There also was the little monster that had attacked and destroyed my home, and killed my dad. I wanted to cry whenever I thought about Dad. Dad…. Dad was dead. My feelings were absolutely horrible and all mixed up. I was mad at the monster for ruining my life, I was mad at Dad for dying, and I was very, very confused, because the police were all under the impression that the Cockatrice was a burglar who had a gun and Dad had a gun and they had shot at each other and they had both been hit and died. I couldn’t understand it. I talked to everyone I knew, Mr. Donavan, Mrs. Johnson, and Lily. When I told Lil about the attack, she seemed lost for words, then said “I…You… You MUST not have been seeing correctly.” Well, I was just tired of people acting like they didn’t understand and Lily was the last step. I was fed-up with it all so, I decided to change my fate. I called Mr. Donavan and said “I don’t want to go to Clarion in the fall. I want to go NOW!” Mr. Donavan argued, but finally gave in. Which is how I ended up on a train, headed north from my house and Lily and all I knew, to New Hampshire and a new school… and to a new life.
The train trip was uneventful (Unless you count the dry cheese and ham sandwiches. I’m not spoiled, serious, I just like classy foods. Example PB&J and an ice tea). There were no monster attacks or any “stranger danger” (I’m fourteen AND I know kung-fu). I sort-of wished that a monster would attack just to stop me from thinking about Dad all the long two-days. I still couldn’t believe any of this was happening to me. I mean you read about this stuff in the news, parents dying and kids just being shunted around, but this wasn’t my life. I’d left my house and my best friend. I REALLY missed Lily, so I tried writing a letter to her, explaining it all, but the words wouldn’t come and I throw the attempt into the trash. Throughout the trip I felt like someone was watching me from time to time, but there was no one even remotely close, except for the old lady who got on the train on the second morning and decide to sit opposite me. She talked and talked, every minute of the trip, not letting me get a word in edgewise, but her constant chatting kept my thoughts from drifting to Dad and this new school or to Lily and all of my old friends.
To be continued...
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This is the year you would have turned 8.
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See? Told you I would reply. I think your writing is very good. Work a little on the paragraphs though. My teacher saying that if a character starts talking they automatically get a paragraph of their own. But the details are good and the story line is wonderful so far.
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Okay here's the next part and I worked hard on paragraphs and stuff :)
When I was about to get off the train in Concord, the old lady grabbed my arm and said “Be brave, dear, and remember to trust your friends, especially when you need help.” Then she smiled and walked down towards the next train car. I stared after her, not understanding what she could possibly know about me, and then I stepped onto the platform, suitcase in one hand and back-pack in the other.
I walked into the station and immediately a middle-aged woman with her hair in a shiny black bun, walked over to me. “Gemma Handaya?” She said in a curt, brisk voice. I nodded, hoping she was someone I should know. The lady smiled, then continued “I am Mrs. James, language arts teacher at Clarion. We’re all so glad you will be joining us, even at the end of the year. I have a taxi out front, as Clarion is outside of Concord, and we’ll be on our way there.” I followed Mrs. James out front, dragging my suitcase slowly behind me.
As we drove through Concord, Mrs. James talked about the history of Clarion, the classes I’d take, Elise, who would be my “lovely roommate”, and, near the end of the drive, Mrs. James said “Oh, and I have picked a mentor for you.” When she saw my look of confusion, Mrs. James laughed and said “The mentors are experienced ladies that a teacher has picked for you. The mentors help new students find their way around, get adjusted, and help you with homework. You will have a lovely, young lady as your mentor for the rest of this year and the beginning of next.” I sighed, one more person to talk to.
When we arrived at Clarion, I couldn’t believe how big it was there. Clarion was a HUGE castle, with large doors and sprawling gardens, filled with trees, bushes, and beautiful flowers. There was even a tower on one side of the building. I heaved my suitcase up the steps and Mrs. James opened the doors. On the other side was a huge hall, with grand paintings on the wall and several girls and teachers were walking around, some with teetering piles of books. One of the teachers waved to Mrs. James and a few of the students stared at me, but most of them didn’t even notice.
Mrs. James led me up two flights of stairs, to a long hall lined with doors. She took me to a door marked 2B. Mrs. James knocked sharply on it and said “Elise? Elise, your roommate Gemma is here?” The door opened and a girl about my age, with short, curly, blond hair, bright blue eyes, and several layers of bright make-up was standing there. She shot a glance at me, then turned to Mrs. James.
“Lovely,” she said, with distain filling her voice.
I guess she always sounded like that, because Mrs. James said “Well, I’ll leave you to unpack and if you need anything, Gemma, Elise will help you find it.” And she headed down the hall. Elise turned and glared at me.
“Hi,” I said, smiling “I’m Gem…”
“I don’t care who you are, but nobody, NOBODY comes in at the end of the year and takes the other side of my room. I keep all my make-up over there and…and…” Elise stopped, took a breath, and a strange look crossed her face. It looked sort-of like she was calming herself down, but she took too many deep breaths and then (This is the scary part!) her eyes glowed bright red, a blood red, and the light seemed to go right through me. I covered my eyes and as suddenly as it appeared, the glowing faded.
When I looked back at Elise, her eyes were a pretty shade of blue again, but I didn’t believe it. I knew what I’d seen, and, just like with the Cockatrice, I knew no one would understand. Elise looked back at me, as if sizing me up and said “I’ll help you unpack.” With a sweet simper.
To be continued...
Can anyone guess who Gemma's mentor is? It's an old friend :)
Cea-Cea
When I was about to get off the train in Concord, the old lady grabbed my arm and said “Be brave, dear, and remember to trust your friends, especially when you need help.” Then she smiled and walked down towards the next train car. I stared after her, not understanding what she could possibly know about me, and then I stepped onto the platform, suitcase in one hand and back-pack in the other.
I walked into the station and immediately a middle-aged woman with her hair in a shiny black bun, walked over to me. “Gemma Handaya?” She said in a curt, brisk voice. I nodded, hoping she was someone I should know. The lady smiled, then continued “I am Mrs. James, language arts teacher at Clarion. We’re all so glad you will be joining us, even at the end of the year. I have a taxi out front, as Clarion is outside of Concord, and we’ll be on our way there.” I followed Mrs. James out front, dragging my suitcase slowly behind me.
As we drove through Concord, Mrs. James talked about the history of Clarion, the classes I’d take, Elise, who would be my “lovely roommate”, and, near the end of the drive, Mrs. James said “Oh, and I have picked a mentor for you.” When she saw my look of confusion, Mrs. James laughed and said “The mentors are experienced ladies that a teacher has picked for you. The mentors help new students find their way around, get adjusted, and help you with homework. You will have a lovely, young lady as your mentor for the rest of this year and the beginning of next.” I sighed, one more person to talk to.
When we arrived at Clarion, I couldn’t believe how big it was there. Clarion was a HUGE castle, with large doors and sprawling gardens, filled with trees, bushes, and beautiful flowers. There was even a tower on one side of the building. I heaved my suitcase up the steps and Mrs. James opened the doors. On the other side was a huge hall, with grand paintings on the wall and several girls and teachers were walking around, some with teetering piles of books. One of the teachers waved to Mrs. James and a few of the students stared at me, but most of them didn’t even notice.
Mrs. James led me up two flights of stairs, to a long hall lined with doors. She took me to a door marked 2B. Mrs. James knocked sharply on it and said “Elise? Elise, your roommate Gemma is here?” The door opened and a girl about my age, with short, curly, blond hair, bright blue eyes, and several layers of bright make-up was standing there. She shot a glance at me, then turned to Mrs. James.
“Lovely,” she said, with distain filling her voice.
I guess she always sounded like that, because Mrs. James said “Well, I’ll leave you to unpack and if you need anything, Gemma, Elise will help you find it.” And she headed down the hall. Elise turned and glared at me.
“Hi,” I said, smiling “I’m Gem…”
“I don’t care who you are, but nobody, NOBODY comes in at the end of the year and takes the other side of my room. I keep all my make-up over there and…and…” Elise stopped, took a breath, and a strange look crossed her face. It looked sort-of like she was calming herself down, but she took too many deep breaths and then (This is the scary part!) her eyes glowed bright red, a blood red, and the light seemed to go right through me. I covered my eyes and as suddenly as it appeared, the glowing faded.
When I looked back at Elise, her eyes were a pretty shade of blue again, but I didn’t believe it. I knew what I’d seen, and, just like with the Cockatrice, I knew no one would understand. Elise looked back at me, as if sizing me up and said “I’ll help you unpack.” With a sweet simper.
To be continued...
Can anyone guess who Gemma's mentor is? It's an old friend :)
Cea-Cea
For my sister; you made the world go round.
Daisy Grace 2004-2008
You will forever be my sister. We love and miss you, Daisy.
This is the year you would have turned 8.
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The next morning, all us students walked into the enormous dining room. I was still auld by how big it was here at Clarion and how many people it could hold. Girls from grades 9-12 were here and there were at least 50 for each grade. I sat at the 9th grader’s table, next to Elise, who, I learned, was a spoiled brat. Last night, when she was “helping” me unpack, Elise had opened my suitcase and dumped everything on the floor. Then she’d walked over my clothes, to the closet, and made the smallest possible space in it and she’d said ‘Your stuff can just stay on the floor. You’ll be leaving soon enough.” Then she smiled a beauty queen smile.
This morning, she’d tried to lose me THREE times on the way to breakfast, but I managed to keep up with her (Maybe because everyone else in the hall moved out of Elise’s way FAST). In the dining room, Elise kept pushing and shoving me and the girl on her other side to give her more room at the table. Now, I had never been bullied before, but I was sure Elise was bullying me (and the entire school) and I was starting to realize why she hadn’t had a roommate before me.
As I was finishing my toast and eggs, Mrs. James stood up at the front of the room. “Good morning, ladies.” We all sort-of muttered “good morning” back to Mrs. James. “I have a few announcements this morning. First, second period math will be in room 9 today, sixth period dance will start five minutes late, and, what else?” She looked down at the paper in her hand and then said “Oh and I would like you all to give a nice, Clarion welcome to our newest student, Gemma Handaya.” She motioned at me to stand up and so I did (you can’t disobey a direct order). A few of the students and teachers clapped, but most just stared at me and I sat down.
Mrs. James smiled at me. “Alright, girls, off to your classes.” I was about to ask Elise where I should go when Mrs. James said “Gemma, please come up here.” So I began a slow march up to the front of the room, through the crowd.
To be continued...
Do you know who Gemma's mentor is yet?
Cea-Cea
This morning, she’d tried to lose me THREE times on the way to breakfast, but I managed to keep up with her (Maybe because everyone else in the hall moved out of Elise’s way FAST). In the dining room, Elise kept pushing and shoving me and the girl on her other side to give her more room at the table. Now, I had never been bullied before, but I was sure Elise was bullying me (and the entire school) and I was starting to realize why she hadn’t had a roommate before me.
As I was finishing my toast and eggs, Mrs. James stood up at the front of the room. “Good morning, ladies.” We all sort-of muttered “good morning” back to Mrs. James. “I have a few announcements this morning. First, second period math will be in room 9 today, sixth period dance will start five minutes late, and, what else?” She looked down at the paper in her hand and then said “Oh and I would like you all to give a nice, Clarion welcome to our newest student, Gemma Handaya.” She motioned at me to stand up and so I did (you can’t disobey a direct order). A few of the students and teachers clapped, but most just stared at me and I sat down.
Mrs. James smiled at me. “Alright, girls, off to your classes.” I was about to ask Elise where I should go when Mrs. James said “Gemma, please come up here.” So I began a slow march up to the front of the room, through the crowd.
To be continued...
Do you know who Gemma's mentor is yet?
Cea-Cea
For my sister; you made the world go round.
Daisy Grace 2004-2008
You will forever be my sister. We love and miss you, Daisy.
This is the year you would have turned 8.
Posted at: 10:03 pm on February 22, 2012
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Posted at: 6:40 am on February 23, 2012
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
I like it! The mentor was a clever way to introduce Gemma to (wink wink) the right people. Good job!!! Keep it up.!!
Name: Megan, 18
Sacordian and Green Rider.
"Punctuation saves lives!" Or else the panda eats,shoots, and leaves. My question is who gave the panda a gun?
Posted at: 8:11 pm on February 23, 2012
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
awesome!!!! Am I on that list? I WANNA BE!
I want to be different, so I'm being myself:)
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
This is me. Deal. ~Anna
Posted at: 9:39 pm on February 23, 2012
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
Hey. Where did you get the idea of the name 'Gemma'? You're awesome! :)
~Angela
~Angela
I'm Angela . . . So, yeah.
"How is it that one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?"-anonymous
Posted at: 7:38 am on February 24, 2012
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
Angela
the name Gemma sorta relates to her mom and I like names like that. Some of my friends said I should change Gemma's name to Ruby because "Gemma is to hard to read" (That's an exact quote.), but I like it. Do you guys?
Thanks for all the comments :)
Cea-Cea
the name Gemma sorta relates to her mom and I like names like that. Some of my friends said I should change Gemma's name to Ruby because "Gemma is to hard to read" (That's an exact quote.), but I like it. Do you guys?
Thanks for all the comments :)
Cea-Cea
For my sister; you made the world go round.
Daisy Grace 2004-2008
You will forever be my sister. We love and miss you, Daisy.
This is the year you would have turned 8.
Posted at: 10:17 am on February 24, 2012
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
I thought Gemma sounded like a good nick name for someone named Gemmima, like Gemmima puddle duck, a Beatrix Potter character. But I like the name.
Name: Megan, 18
Sacordian and Green Rider.
"Punctuation saves lives!" Or else the panda eats,shoots, and leaves. My question is who gave the panda a gun?
Posted at: 4:48 pm on February 24, 2012
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
I LOVE THIS STORY IT IS SO COOL!!!
GREAT JOB BIG SISSY!!!
KATIE
P.S. Cea-Cea really is my big sister and right now I'm not giving her the computer (Little sisters RULE the school!!!)
GREAT JOB BIG SISSY!!!
KATIE
P.S. Cea-Cea really is my big sister and right now I'm not giving her the computer (Little sisters RULE the school!!!)
Katie (a Cahill in training),
Bestest Daughter of Hades,
LOST HOLTS RULE!!!
AJT IS VESPER 1 DONT TRUST HIM
Posted at: 5:57 pm on February 24, 2012
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
I love you're story.
Oh, BTW, are you going to add me in your story, because you asked me and Frankie about it on my story.
I also think I know who the mentor is- hilight ----> Rachel- isn't it?
-Connor :)
Oh, BTW, are you going to add me in your story, because you asked me and Frankie about it on my story.
I also think I know who the mentor is- hilight ----> Rachel- isn't it?
-Connor :)
HaHaHa!YouAreFUNNY!-me
SomeoneThrewASkittleAtMeAndSaid TASTETHERAINBOW!I ThrewItBackAndSaidYOUTASTETHE Rainbow!-me
DaughterOfAres
IMAGIRL!NOTABOY!-me
-Connor
Posted at: 8:00 pm on February 24, 2012
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
Here's the next part. I won't post tomorrow(going out-of town), but maybe on Sunday :) Sorry it's short :(
Standing with Mrs. James was a girl with red hair, probably about 17 or 18. She smiled at me as Mrs. James said “Gemma, this is Rachel Dare and she will be your mentor. Rachel was by me, myself. She is a lovely young lady, an A+ student, who will show you around, help you with homework and introduce you to some friends. Now, you need to get to class.”
As Rachel and I were turned to leave, Mrs. James said “Oh dear, I almost forgot. Here is your class schedule, Gemma.” Then she smiled and we went on our way.
As Rachel and I were walking out of the dining room, I glanced at my schedule;
9th Grade Schedule
7:00-Breakfast/ Dining Room
8:00-1st Period-Science/Room 9/Miss Berkley
9:00-2nd Period-World History/Room 23/Mr. Morris
10:00-3rd Period-Writing/Room 5/Miss Leonard
11:00-4th Period-Language Arts/Room 12/Mrs. James
12:00-Lunch/Dining Room
1:00-5th Period-Dance/Room 14/Ms. Douglas
2:00-6th Period-Math/Room 12/Mr. Lundeen
3:00-7th Period-Fashion/Room 17/Madame LeFleur
4:00-5:30-Free Time/Study
5:30-7:00-Dinner/Dining Room
7:00-10:00-Free Time/Study
10:00-Curfew/In Dorms
Oh boy I thought. Another busy day.
To be continued...
Do you still like it? I hope so :)
Cea-Cea
Standing with Mrs. James was a girl with red hair, probably about 17 or 18. She smiled at me as Mrs. James said “Gemma, this is Rachel Dare and she will be your mentor. Rachel was by me, myself. She is a lovely young lady, an A+ student, who will show you around, help you with homework and introduce you to some friends. Now, you need to get to class.”
As Rachel and I were turned to leave, Mrs. James said “Oh dear, I almost forgot. Here is your class schedule, Gemma.” Then she smiled and we went on our way.
As Rachel and I were walking out of the dining room, I glanced at my schedule;
9th Grade Schedule
7:00-Breakfast/ Dining Room
8:00-1st Period-Science/Room 9/Miss Berkley
9:00-2nd Period-World History/Room 23/Mr. Morris
10:00-3rd Period-Writing/Room 5/Miss Leonard
11:00-4th Period-Language Arts/Room 12/Mrs. James
12:00-Lunch/Dining Room
1:00-5th Period-Dance/Room 14/Ms. Douglas
2:00-6th Period-Math/Room 12/Mr. Lundeen
3:00-7th Period-Fashion/Room 17/Madame LeFleur
4:00-5:30-Free Time/Study
5:30-7:00-Dinner/Dining Room
7:00-10:00-Free Time/Study
10:00-Curfew/In Dorms
Oh boy I thought. Another busy day.
To be continued...
Do you still like it? I hope so :)
Cea-Cea
For my sister; you made the world go round.
Daisy Grace 2004-2008
You will forever be my sister. We love and miss you, Daisy.
This is the year you would have turned 8.
Posted at: 9:53 pm on February 24, 2012
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
cONTUINE!!!!!! plz!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lily A. Cahill
Cahills+Vespers+Peace= Cahill and Vesper Peace
Come morning light.. You and I will be safe and sound...-Taylor Swift
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Posted at: 3:00 pm on February 25, 2012
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My story! I hpoe you read it! By Cheerfulseeker1
Gemma'll be getting to camp soon and then some other demigods are going to come in (It might be YOU!!!)
Cea-Cea
Cea-Cea
For my sister; you made the world go round.
Daisy Grace 2004-2008
You will forever be my sister. We love and miss you, Daisy.
This is the year you would have turned 8.
Posted at: 6:59 pm on February 26, 2012
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